ngl when they said he’d be demoted for six months, I kept hoping for the scene where he’d be the new RMT member to replace choi joon-woong. can you imagine?? ryeon AND ryung-gu as his superiors?? we were robbed!
honestly though the finale was practically wish fulfillment. he finally realizes why ryeon affected him so deeply all this time. the both of them have reverted to their flirting, pre-teen, full-on heart-eyes days and I honestly pity ryung-gu who has to suffer fifty years of this alone.
I keep thinking of ryeon just pushing him to reincarnate so he can be happy and move on, but he’d be like lolnope, and just dropping by all casual-like thinking he’s being all suave and wooing ryeon again. he’s already doing it! mentioning that he’d casually murder someone just so his wifey’s workload is lessened. did you hear his, ‘are you sure? just say the word, and you can have a new member again.’ no matter how well-adjusted he seems, his cat-gifting-his-master-a-corpse tendencies still haven’t changed. again I reiterate, poor ryung-gu. he has to suffer this all by himself for fifty more years.
we know both ryeon and ryung-gu will never reincarnate and manage the rmt team forever. you mean to tell me, joong-gil who didn’t even want to reincarnate when he only had intense feelings of hateloveconfusion towards ryeon, would choose to reincarnate NOW after reuniting with the love of his life (and death)?? ha, fat chance ryeon! If ryung-gu could choose not to reincarnate to be with his mother forever even if she broke their threads herself, then who’s to say that option isn’t available to joong-gil so he can stay with ryeon forever (another parallel between ryung-gu and joong-gil actually)?
This is basically the Jade Emperor’s way of subverting the red string of fate for the both of them. She wouldn’t have done anything if only Joong-gil didn’t love Ryeon THAT much that two reincarnations couldn’t make him move on. In other words, no matter how much he reincarnates, he could never forget those feelings. Ultimately it’s up to the both of their choices as to how they’ll proceed with their love from hereon out. I actually really loved it as a subversion of the red thread of fate trope.
And with Joon-woong and Choi-hui tied together, it means Ryeon will be reunited with two more people she loves upon their death. It shows a hopeful interpretation of passing on overall.
And as always, Joon-woong remains the goodest boi.
Basically they crossed over from tragic Romeo and Juliet love to workplace, married life, rom-com shenanigans. I am here for the genre shifts. I would watch an entire season two of their workplace dynamic once Joon-woong and Choi-hui enter Jumadeung. The three of them would dote so much on Ryeon, and Joong-gil would be happy to know his wife is taken care of during work hours. Meanwhile, the rest of the Senior Directors would be so flabbergasted and confused trying to find out when their Escort Team Leader became such a simp for the RMT leader.
There were certainly some rounds to be made that year, from Poland to Russia to Africa and back again. You might argue that I make the rounds no matter what year it is, but sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls. A few bombs usually do the trick. Or some gas chambers, or the chitchat of faraway guns. If none of that finishes proceedings, it at least strips people of their living arrangements, and I witness the homeless everywhere. They often come after me as I wander through the streets of molested cities. They beg me to take them with me, not realizing I’m too busy as it is. “Your time will come,” I convince them, and I try not to look back. At times, I wish I could say something like, “Don’t you see I’ve already got enough on my plate?” but I never do. I complain internally as I go about my work, and some years, the souls and bodies don’t add up; they multiply.
You were very proud of the image you’d built yourself. It was the perfect mix of your authentic self, the sensitive and shy, with the personality HYBE had wanted for you, borderline hyper feminine and maybe a little more energetic than you usually were. But nonetheless, the soft, princess-y aesthetic you now exuded was something you thoroughly enjoyed. Fans did too, and that made sharing your life with them all that more enjoyable.
“Are you sure I’m centered?” you asked Sunoo and he shuffled backwards a bit at your question. “Sun, that’s not an answer.”
“Calm down, princess, I'm just trying to get your whole outfit in the frame,” he said, eyes glued onto your phone screen. Finding places to take Instagram pictures at music shows was difficult. Not to say you weren’t a fan of the infamous pink wall of MBC, or the stairs from KBS, but you were a perfectionist and could only take so many pictures in front of them. So, after finding the prettiest spot by a large set of windows that showcased the beautiful weather that day, you couldn’t help but stop to snap a few pictures for a future post or photo dump.
You were just lucky that you had the most amazing boyfriends to help you take pictures.
“Woah! Did I just die and go to heaven?” You continued posing as Heeseung and Jake walked by, deciding to join you and Sunoo.
“Get out of here, Heeseung-hyung. She doesn’t need you distracting her–” Sunoo’s jaw dropped a bit as you changed the way you were standing once again. “Yah, what did they put in your water today?”
You giggled, feeling your face heat up at the compliments being thrown your way. “Stop!”
“So pretty!” Jake cheered as the three boys smiled at your fluster. “Gorgeous! Amazing! Wonderful!”
“Ahh!” you cried, covering your face with your hands to try and hide the pink that’d joined the makeup blush on your cheeks. You had a love-hate relationship when your boyfriends would watch you take photos. It was adorable with the way they fawned over you, shouting praises and fighting over who was holding the camera. But whenever they were around, you always ended up having too much fun instead of taking your tasks seriously.
That, and they had a rather cruel enjoyment of teasing you.
“Cute!” Heeseung joined Jake’s encouragements, using a tone that was similar to when he spoke to cute kids or animals.
Sunoo ignored them, but a small smile still remained on his lips. Anyone could tell that he was simply enjoying the sight of you. “Turn your head to the left a little,” he instructed and you did as he asked. And as you smiled for the camera, their small gasps of awe and tiny cheers continued. The three boys couldn’t believe you were real. The way your hair flowed effortlessly and how your makeup had been applied that day only added to your natural beauty. And the way the rhinestone decorated skirt clung to your hips and the matching top wrapped around your torso made you appear almost dreamlike. But they figured it made sense that someone so beautiful on the inside was also unbelievably stunning on the outside.
It was the little moments like these that they took to bask in their love for you. Watching as you act so naturally was like watching the sun break through the clouds on a rainy day, giving them spurts of happiness through the stressful times of promotion. When you shyly accepted their words of affection, that relaxed, blissed feeling of everything being at ease spread through each of them.
“Okay, okay,” you said suddenly, running up to Sunoo to grab your phone. “I’m done now.”
“What?” Sunoo said, turning his body so your hand missed the electronic. “But I didn’t even get any with you!”
“I didn’t know that you wanted to take any!” you laughed, trying to swipe for your phone again. Sunoo nodded his head as he maneuvered his arms so they were wrapped around you.
Jake took the phone from the younger, “I want some too.”
You sighed, walking back to the spot by the window as Sunoo clung onto your back. “Heeseung-oppa I’m guessing you’ll want some too?”
He grinned, “Of course.”
“Ok. Can you kiss me first?” Sunoo asked, interrupting Heeseung. In response, your hands found their way to the soft skin of his cheeks and Sunoo tilted his head over your shoulder so you could reach him. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Jake angling the phone with a few words of help from Heeseung. Sunoo nudged your head with his, drawing your attention back to him, “Kiss me.”
Without wasting another second, you did just that. Your fingers trailed along the skin of his neck as he pressed his lips against yours again and again. The faint sound of the iPhone camera shuttering being the only thing keeping you from losing yourself in the love you had for your boyfriends.
After you had satisfied the three’s need for pictures with you, you all quickly carried on with the day. The hours were long when it came to Music Shows. The actual recordings were over faster than you could’ve originally guessed, but the time spent waiting for the winners to be revealed tested your patience no matter what mood you were in. So, in order to distract from the mind-numbing boredom and the longing to sleep, you always turned yourself over to the rest of the group. And usually, they had no trouble keeping you entertained.
This day was no exception.
Riki was more than happy when you waltzed over after cooling down and motoring the performance, plopping yourself down onto the couch before cuddling up into his side. He didn’t hesitate to brush your hair out of the way so it wouldn’t be pulled on and blissfully helped you get comfortable on his lap.
“I need your opinion,” you said, suddenly shoving your phone screen in front of his face. He took the device from you, discovering the pretty photos of you in your outfit from the day’s stage. “Which ones should I post?” you asked and he began to swipe through them. Riki’s chin fell onto your shoulder, resting on it as he looked over the pictures. Your scent infiltrated his senses, and he melted a bit at the comforting sensation.
Riki clicked his tongue after a moment, tilting his head so it was resting on the side of yours. “I don’t know if any of them are good.”
Your head snapped to the side, looking behind you at what he was seeing and ultimately pushing his head off yours.
“What’re you…” Oh. On the screen was one of the pictures you’d taken with Sunoo, your cheeks pressed together as he smiled and you were halfway through a laugh. “Ah Riki-san,” you giggled as he resumed going through the pictures, getting to the ones of you and Jake. “Did you want some pictures with me?”
His full lips pushed out into a pout. “No– Wow, with Heeseung-hyung too?” You slapped his chest softly in protest.
“You were getting ready, Ki. I didn’t want to interrupt you,” you explained and his warm brown eyes turned to you, gaze gentle with admiration. “Hmm?” you questioned after a moment of silence. His head ducked down to kiss your cheek.
“Let’s take some now.”
“I thought you didn’t want any?”
He opened the camera app, “Well, I want to be featured in your Instagram post.”
At the words ‘Instagram’ and ‘Post’ Jay, who’d been sitting in a chair near the couch Riki and you were snuggled into, abruptly found interest in what you both were doing. Deciding to disregard how the older was now staring at you both, you made a half heart with your hand and held it up to Riki’s cheek.
“Can I do a heart pose with you?”
Riki rolled his eyes, but the hints of a smile gave him away. “Fine.”
You let out a small ‘Yay’ as the two of you got situated. He angled the camera and took a few pictures with the pose you’d requested before he delicately grabbed your face, maneuvering it closer to his so your cheeks were touching and your lips were almost on his.
“Riki-san–” your voice was muffled as his fingers squished your cheeks together.
“You don’t have to post these, but you should send them to me, princess.” Your heart trembled at the nickname that the younger was so fond of using.
The corners of your lips brushed, but Riki pulled away before you could actually move to kiss him. His expression read expectant, “Of course I’ll send them to you, Ki.”
He gave you a quick peck. “I think Jay-hyung wants a picture now.” It was true, Jay had gotten up from his spot on the chair and was now standing awkwardly by one of the gray plastic tables in the center of the dressing room. You pretended to groan as Riki assisted you in getting off of his lap, thighs brushing yours and making your face feel warm.
“You guys have never shown this much interest in my Instagram before,” you said as you pranced over to your older boyfriend. His hands found your waist instantly, and before you could process what was happening, you were being lifted off the ground and into Jay’s arms.
Riki, like the photography geek he was, had been snapping photos while Jay pulled you up so he was holding you bridal style. “We are, I don’t think you’ve ever noticed before, though.”
“It’s an honor to be on your feed,” Jay added, and you tried to not focus on how he was gripping your legs. No matter how long you’d been dating all of them, they still had the ability to make those butterflies erupt in your stomach and your heart race with love.
You wound your arms around his neck and made eye contact with the phone that was pointed at you and Jay.
“It’s an honor that you guys want to be on my feed.”
Jay’s thumb rubbed against your leg comfortingly, “Of course we want to be included with everything you do. We’re in love with you.”
You cooed faintly at his words, “I love you.”
“I love you too!” Riki called, taking one more picture before getting up himself and bringing your phone over to you. Jay refused to put you back down as you reached for the youngest. So you settled for caressing Riki’s cheek with your hand after taking back your phone.
“Love you, Ki.”
“Yeah. And since you love me so much you should be posting me today.”
The urge to take off your makeup had never been so strong before. You were exhausted, but the day of promotions was finally over and it was time to head back to the dorms. All you longed to do was throw yourself onto the large couch in the main room and cuddle with your boys. Maybe watch an old Disney movie too. Sangmi definitely would appreciate that.
The chatter from the other members as they got ready to leave fell as white noise onto your ears as you got your things around. One of your least favorite things was when you would accidentally leave things behind at music shows, therefore a new habit of yours that quickly formed after your debut was double and triple checking that everything you brought ended up right back in your bag.
Mentally, you ran through your list as you shuffled through the light pink My Mum Made It puffer bag. Phone charger, vitamins, perfume, hair clips–
“What is this I’ve heard about you taking pictures with everyone but me today?”
“Hello to you too, Hoon.” His arms slipped around your middle from behind and he peeked over you as you made sure you had everything.
“Can I have one too, baby?”
You leaned back to leave a kiss on his neck, “Of course. I just need to find my water bottle first. I don’t know where it went.”
“It’s on the vanity over here,” Sunghoon said as he tilted his head towards the left.
“Thanks, Hoon,” you replied as you took his hands to free yourself from his grasp. He didn’t let go of your hand though. Instead, he gripped onto you even tighter, your fingers feeling small as they clutched onto his thumb, and you pulled him along with you to grab the last thing you needed.
Swiftly, you grabbed the metal water bottle and moved to head back to your bag before he stopped you. “Mirror selfie?” Sunghoon offered.
“Ooh, yeah let’s do it.” You checked over your hair and makeup for a moment, deciding that while the style had fallen a bit flat and the makeup had begun to wear off, you still looked presentable. Both you and Sunghoon had changed out of your stage outfits, you wearing the brown skirt you’d shown up in today, with one of Heeseung’s white long-sleeved shirts on your top half. Sunghoon was wearing dark brown, almost black, slacks with a beige sweater that had a button-down white shirt underneath.
You turned to face him, and hugged him tightly, foot popping up behind you as you winked at the camera through the mirror.
Sunghoon chuckled, “Okay, now do a serious one.”
He let his own free arm fall to rest around your hips as you dropped your leg and smiled gently at the phone. After a minute, he decided that was enough and pulled up the pictures for you to check.
“Wah, we look so good!”
Sunghoon grinned at you, “I think it’s impossible for you to look bad.”
All you could do was tuck your head and giggle into his chest. Trying to hide your giddiness was never easy, especially when it was one of the things Sunghoon always searched for.
As soon as you had gotten into the car with Jungwon, Jay, and Sunghoon, you had fallen asleep.
Jungwon’s wide shoulders were just too comfortable to resist, and with the feeling of safety and happiness in your heart, as well as sleep pushing your eyelids closed, you were quick to drift off. You didn’t dream of anything, though, and as soon as the car began to approach the dorms, Jungwon shook you awake gently.
“Hi, dolly,” he said sweetly and you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You kept your head on his shoulder as the car slowly wound down the road towards the dorm. The feeling of his hand rested on your own and you blinked heavily, enjoying the feeling of relaxation. Until you saw your phone in your boyfriend’s hand, your Instagram account pulled up on the screen.
“Hey, Yang Jungwon-ssi, what’re you doing with my phone?”
He leaned forward at the same time as you did, refusing you of your device.
“He posted for you,” Jay said from the seats behind you where he sat with Heeseung. “Really cute. ENGENEs are loving it.”
You glanced up at Jungwon, suspicious, “Let me see.”
The three boys laughed.
“Jungwon-oppa what did you post!” you laughed nervously and Jungwon shook his head. With him distracted by your reaction, you tugged his arm closer to you so you could look at it.
The first picture was one of the ones you’d taken by yourself, a cute one of you holding your skirt and laughing. Still not believing that the boys had posted anything skeptical of your relationship, you continued looking through them. There was a picture of you and Sunoo (the one that Riki had pointed out earlier) and the one with Jake where you were leaning onto his chest. The one with Heeseung standing behind you, his chin propped up on your head and one of each of the pictures you’d taken with Riki and Jay. There was your mirror picture with Sunghoon and…
One of you sleeping on Jungwon, your mouth open and a string of drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth.
“YAH YANG JUNGWON!” You finally tore the phone out of his hands, “What is this?” you cried.
The three of you boyfriends only laughed hysterically at your reaction. “Don’t you look so cute?” Jungwon asked.
“Oh my goodness, my idol image.”
“You don’t even look bad, princess, you just look adorable,” Sunghoon said.
You huffed out a breath of air, pouting and leaning even further onto Jungwon. “You guys are going to be the death of me.”
Jungwon pointed at something on the screen, “At least we made the caption cute.”
dollerina ENGENEs aren’t the only ones obsessed with me💕😁
마리셀의 노트 , newjeans release more music puh-lease!😭 I miss you
SUMMARY: In which y/n and scoups get casted as a couple in MBC's Ambitious reboot of the iconic We got married! Reality show. Where Celebrities from idols to actors get cast to be in a fake marriage and complete certain tasks in order to better their understandings of a married life.
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1.6k words
female reader insert
Reader x Yoo Jeongyeon
NSFW
🖤 warnings: i just love jeongyeon a lot!!!!! flattery and compliments, oral sex (f receiving), a little orgasm control, dirty talk bc i can’t help myself 🖤
🚨🚨 much discussion of body insecurity/body image and weight!
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"Finally, a comeback season where there's no one for me to fight."
Jeongyeon looks at you with no small amount of concern.
"On the styling team," you clarify.
"Why would you-"
"On your behalf," you clarify further.
"Yeah, I got that," she says dryly.
She rolls up her hoodie sleeves another time so that the overlarge fabric doesn't drag into the package she's opening. She'd offered to make dinner tonight, but you're both so busy that 'making' dinner had very quickly turned into picking up side dishes and cup rice from the little specialty banchan store down the street.
Jeongyeon is still preparing it all, though, so that counts.
She'd had a music show prerecording today, and a schedule of press things after, and now after literally weeks of prep, she has some free time until midday tomorrow. All of which you instantly monopolized. Because you miss her.
"Where did you see the styling?" she asks, prying the lid off another container.
"Momo sent me a video."
"Of what?"
"I think Chaeyoung was stealing things? I don't know. You were there in the back, though."
Jeongyeon grimaces. "I keep telling them not to do that."
"Yeah, obviously, but if Chaeyoung wants to take from MBC, then-"
"No, not..." she pauses. "Do you want white rice or the multigrain?"
Ah. She wasn't talking about the stealing.
"Multigrain," you decide.
"Got it."
"Will you kill me if I put on the broadcast? It's about to start."
"Maybe," she says darkly, as she pops open your microwave.
"I wanna boost the viewer ratings," you say.
Really, you wanna see her whole look in the perfect TV lighting before it comes out online later, because she was just so adorable in the tiny peek Momo had given you, but you know how much she dislikes watching herself.
"I won't stop you," she says.
That's permission, hesitant as it is, and you turn on the television. You'd long since weaseled your way into getting the exact broadcast times from her management team, so you don't have to sit through dozens of stages that you don't care about just to see your girl.
Jeongyeon's busy with the food, but you're watching in delight as their stage starts.
She's so cute.
Someone had obviously thought very hard about her outfit. She's in a plaid schoolgirl skirt that matches the other girls, but her top is a cozy cropped sweatshirt with a sailor collar. It covers exactly as much skin as you know she likes (and always has liked) to cover onstage, but more than that, she looks...comfy.
And happy. She's beaming into the camera, actually, moving freely rather than like she thinks she's going to have a wardrobe malfunction. It makes your heart clench in your chest. She hasn't looked this happy while performing on these broadcasts in years.
"That's enough," Jeongyeon says from behind you, distaste palpable, as she delivers the bowls of rice to your little dinette.
Agreeably, you turn off the TV. You've seen what you wanted, anyway.
"See, what'd I say? No one to fight," you tell her.
She's set out all the dishes on the table, ready to be picked through and eaten. She takes such good care of you.
"Stop threatening to fight people."
"You look great, is what I mean," you say instead.
She shrugs. "Let's eat."
Let's stop talking about how I look, she means, and you acquiesce. For now.
Your ability to let go of exactly how cute she is lasts as long as the food does.
When it's gone and the dishes are clean and Jeongyeon has retreated to the living room sofa to watch something, it's time to be annoying again.
"I'm really happy you're dancing more," you say, as you drape yourself half over her lap.
"Me too," she says distractedly.
She's picking a movie on Netflix, which means she's not paying a lot of attention to you. Which just will not do.
"I mean it," you say, "I'm so happy you feel good enough to dance."
She laughs. "I definitely prefer that to, you know, the steroid shots and stuff."
"And you look fantastic."
Her wry expression shows exactly what she thinks of your refusal to drop it. "I can't listen to you, you're biased."
"All the more reason to listen to me," you counter.
You've climbed into her lap fully, now, straddling her legs and obscuring her view of the TV. Her hoodie is soft under your fingers as you trace your hands up her arms to rest on her shoulders, and her beautiful face is all round cheeks and soft flawless skin.
She's been smaller before, than she is now. You know she thinks about it a lot. You know she never forgets, actually.
"I barely look like an idol anymore," she says.
You gasp. "Blasphemy. Take that back right now."
"Am I wrong?"
She looks and sounds so sincere, it makes you sad.
"Yeah, you are wrong. You're not just an idol, you're my favorite one."
Her face is still sullen. "I'm your girlfriend. You have to like me, even when I'm like this."
"I don't just still like you because I liked you before," you correct carefully. "I actively like you. Like this."
"But-"
"You think I like you in spite of whatever's changed? You think I'm shallow?"
"A little," she says, and it's with a mean grin that lets you know she's fine, she's still with you.
"Nothing, especially not something as inconsequential as, like, size, could make me not like you," you say softly.
She doesn't have anything snarky to say to that.
"Especially," you add, "When you're so perfect like this."
As you take the hem of her sweatshirt and go to lift it, her hands fly to stop you. She's asked nicely that you don't do this, before, and you listened easily. But this time you're going to have to insist.
"I really want...please?" you ask, inarticulate.
You miss her body, is what it is. You miss seeing it.
"Why?"
"Because."
She looks dubious, but she lets go, and you get the sweatshirt off.
"Can we go to your room?" she asks suddenly, as if she loss of one layer is making her too shy to stay in the living room.
Who are you to deny her anything?
As soon as she's settled on your bed with you looming above, looking down at her and literally feeling the cartoon hearts bloom in your eyes, you decide it's time to be even more annoying.
"I have an idea for a game," you say.
"I don't like your games," she complains.
"Yes, you do."
She does, but your games usually involve her being emotionally open, so you get what she means.
"I'm going to get the rest of these clothes off," you say, tugging at the waistband of her sweatpants. "Then I'm going to fuckin' enjoy myself."
"That doesn't sound too-"
"But I want you to be nice to yourself. Compliments, or whatever. Out loud. And if you stop, I stop."
Jeongyeon pouts, full lower lip poking out adorably. "I don't like that."
"Can we do it?"
"Yes."
Contrarian.
"Perfect."
Undressing her is the easy part. But once she's there, nude, long pretty legs squeezed shut and face tense, she seems in no hurry to hold up her end of the deal.
"Problem?" you ask.
Her voice is tiny. "I don't know where to start."
You gently spread her thighs apart, and she lets you, while you muse, "What are...some things your body can do for you?"
"I mean..."
"Regardless of what it looks like," you add, as you drag your hands indulgently down her sides.
She shies just the tiniest bit, and you know it's because you're touching exactly where she hates the most. But you're not about to back off.
"I'm not starting until you say something."
Jeongyeon bites down on her lower lip, hard, but she ventures, "I can dance, still."
"Beautifully," you agree.
You dip down to trail your mouth along her inner thigh, settling yourself nicely between her legs, where you're gonna be for a while, if you have anything to say about it.
"I can...travel," she says. "I flew for tour."
"That's right."
You drag your tongue between her folds, and she gasps.
"What else?" you urge.
She gets a moment to think, because your hands and mouth are so busy spreading her open for your own enjoyment, licking her out with the most even pressure you can manage. You do not get to do this nearly often enough.
"Singing!" she ekes out.
"The best singer in the group," you agree.
"No - ah - that's-"
"You."
That's all you need to say, especially since there's so many more interesting things for your mouth to be doing. There's some quiet, just the sounds she's making above you, the little sighs and squeaks and her hand firm on the back of your head. You have no idea how long it goes on. You've lost track of everything that isn't the taste of her on your lips, the warm heavenly grip of her on your fingers...
"Singing," she says again, "I can sing....um..."
You pull back for a second, remembering that there are supposed to be consequences. She groans, annoyed.
"Play with the dogs," she offers.
"Good."
"Close."
"Are you?" you ask, against her thigh.
She mumbles out an affirmative, and you can't help how you smile, even occupied as you are. This girl...
"So you can do all those things with your body, why would you ever be unhappy with it, hm? All the stuff you need to do, you can," you say.
"I - I'm gonna-"
"That's right," you hum, as if you're just remembering. "That's another thing your body can do."
"Please-"
You adjust slightly, so that you can keep your fingers working inside her and grind your palm against her clit instead, because you want to sit up. You want to look at her when she comes for you, good girl that she is, ethereal...
the way proper subs aren't even out for some of y'all and you're already talking sh*t on MDL about whatever decision Gil Chae makes in ep 9 based on the comments of those who watched it without subs......... i can smell the misogyny from here